Some Metal

I. Bed

Some metal
prevents my bending.
Not as comfortable as my own heart beating.
Not as strange as my own lips clenching.


II. Floor

Metal in a plastic bag
next to the bedside
shifts inside the green plastic house
when I kick it.

III. House

Plaster walls bulge with
no metal reinforcements to prevent the swelling
or the downward cracks
with ants trailing out.
The metal is all outside:
The appliances, the tables, the shower doors, the beds
are all shaking and falling apart,
dropping pieces for me to pick up
and hand over to the next in line.